The young master of the Wensley family happily jumped into the carriage with the giant chemical potion and rushed to the temple impatiently.
Li Aili and Wendy Shani were detained in the mansion by the young master of the Wensley family.
Before the efficacy of the medicine was confirmed, their heads were just stored on their necks.
One day later, Master Wensley returned to the mansion after getting his wish.
As soon as he came back, he couldn't wait to summon two businessmen.
Li Aili and Wendy Shani walked into the private small living room and saw the young master of the Wensley family slumped on the sofa, looking like a mollusk without bones.
Seeing Li Aili, Master Wensley raised his hand tremblingly and gave her a thumbs up, "Magic medicine!"
Li Aili: "..."
"I will pay you..."
Li Aili interrupted Master Wensley, "In terms of reward, I don't need gold coins."
Wensley's face immediately turned foul, "You are a cunning, low-level businessman, are you trying to blackmail me?"
He doesn’t want money, he only wants something more expensive than gold coins.
Li Aili raised a finger and shook it, "No, no no."
"The reward I need is easy for the young master of the Wensley family."
"Take us to the temple and introduce us to the temple's priests."
"This is not difficult for you who can freely enter and leave the temple, right?"
Of course it’s not difficult!
And it saves money!
You know, anything that touches the surface requires boxes of gold coins in exchange.
And this magical medicine that can make him favored by temple priests, oh! Damn it! It was even more ridiculously expensive and required a quarter of the money in his private treasury to exchange for it.
Of course, he could also choose to kill the goose and take the egg, steal the magic medicine from these two businessmen, and then kill them.
However, after that, no businessman would dare to do business with him.
The merchants in the dungeon have a surprisingly consistent attitude towards the "black and white customers" - a trading blacklist.
If someone dares to speculate and sell goods to the guys on the trade blacklist, then he will have to bear the reward of the entire dungeon business group.
Free potion, this is a very sweet "bait" for the greedy Master Wensley.
However, his remaining sanity prevented him from taking a bite of the sweet bait immediately.
"Are you planning to enter the temple and meet the priest?" Master Wensley sat up straighter and looked at Li Aili.
"Why?"
"Why do you want to go to the temple to meet the priest?" Master Wensley's eyes became sharp.
Wensley stared at the two businessmen as if he were wary of two despicable, shameless thieves.
Li Aili seemed to have expected it and gave a reason without hesitation.
"We businessmen want to meet the priest, of course, to earn more gold coins."
Wensley narrowed his eyes, "If you have any business, I can tell it to the priest on your behalf. If you are interested, I will contact you."
Li Aili smiled slightly.
Even if she becomes a drow, she is undoubtedly extremely beautiful.
Young Master Wensley was stunned for a moment.
"Master, do you know what those merchants on the surface look like?"
"When they see the merchants in the underground city, they will have a natural sense of superiority."
"For the same product, people on the surface need one gold coin to buy it, but when they see the merchants in our underground city, they need 1,000 gold coins."
Although Wensley is a noble young master of the Drow tribe, on the surface, any lowly commoner will spit out with a strange sense of superiority: Bah! Dirty underground species.
Sure enough, after hearing these words, Master Wensley's expression
Became gloomy.
Master Wensley picked up the teacup on the table and took a long sip.
"So? What does this have to do with you meeting the priest?"
"However, the only thing those merchants fear is not the city lords of the three major underground cities, but the believers protected by Her Majesty the Queen."
The average drow surface people are not afraid.
However, drow sacrifices are classified as the third kind of creature besides surface people and underground people.
In short - holding a grudge and criticizing like crazy.
The distance between the surface and the underground could not prevent the drow priests from going crazy.
It once happened that a noble ridiculed the Spider Queen, and then was sacrificed by the drow, regardless of the cost, directly held a living sacrifice, and asked the Evil God Spider Queen to take action.
The evil god took action without failure.
That family***.
Such a shameless evil god, as well as the drow sacrifice who sacrificed thousands of people alive for the sake of one breath, directly refreshed the three views of the people on the surface.
"Not the drow, but the drow priests, the ones the surface people fear."
Hearing this, the expression on Young Master Wensley's face improved a little.
He even looked a little proud.
He is the lover of the priests.
The face of the priest is his face.
The drow elves ran to the surface, either to capture people or to defect.
"I don't want to be exploited by those surface people anymore."
"I want the priest to grant me the holy emblem of the temple." Li Aili said her purpose.
Wendy Shani observed Master Wensley's expression nervously.
The aristocratic young man who had served the second priest of the temple for one night did not say a word.
He squinted his eyes and looked at Li Aili, who looked magnanimous.
Silence, an uncomfortable silence in the living room.
"I will report to Master Gu Li. As for whether Master will see you, well, just wait." After saying that, Master Wensley stood up proudly, held his waist and walked out.
"Master."
Young Master Wensley stood at the door and looked back arrogantly, "Is there anything else?"
Li Aili stood up from the sofa and looked at Master Wensley sincerely, "That's it."
"Our suppliers on the surface will soon have a batch of precious potions in hand. Among them is a potion that can make men..." Li Aili lowered her voice, "'potions that enhance abilities."
Sure enough, Master Wensley's eyes suddenly lit up.
Li Aili pretended to be distressed and said: "But the merchant on that line... was very arrogant and said that he would only wait until the day before the Spider Sacrifice."
"If...you know, if the priest...well, miss this time, we will have to wait a year later."
This sentence successfully ignited Master Wensley's
